310 Mine are yours, and yours are still mine

The edge of the dagger penetrated her skin, cutting open her blood vessel. No blood spurted out. Blood had not flowed out at all, because there wasalmost no blood left in her body. Chen Changsheng grabbed his dagger sheath, and placed the opening of thesheath to the wound on her neck. With a slight movement of spiritual sense, a thin flow of blood appeared outof the sheath, seeming like it had come out of nothing. The flow of blood was extremely thin, as if it were thinner than hair. It wasslowly poured into her blood vessel. In the entire process, he was extremely careful and alert, and refined hisspiritual sense to the limit. There were no sounds. There was only a smell. The smell of his blood slowly diffused into the spacious mausoleum. After an unknown amount of time, he collected the sheath again. A coldnessappeared on the index finger of his right hand, and he used it to press onto XuYourong’s neck. After a while, only after confirming that her blood vessel andwound had already been sealed by the extremely thin piece of ice, did he beginto treat his own wound. The distinct wound on his wrist, which was so deep that bone could be vaguelyseen, slowly healed, or in other words, was sealed with ice. There were some remaining blood stains on the side of the wound. He thoughtabout the explanation his senior personally had given him years ago, andhesitated a while. He then brought the wrist to his lips, and began to lickcarefully, like a young animal drinking milk. Back then, his senior had once said to him that if he was injured, and beganto bleed, he had to use this method. Only this method of consuming the bloodinto his stomach could stop the smell of the blood from continuing to pervade.Otherwise, being washed with water, being buried by sand, or even being burntby great flames, would still be unable to cause this smell to disappear. This was the first time Chen Changsheng had tasted his own blood. In theprevious battles, he came dangerously close to spitting blood many times, butit was then forcefully swallowed back down. However, before, the blood had onlyreached his throat. This time, it was on his tongue. As it turned out, his blood was sweet. That was what he thought. The taste indeed was very nice. It seemed to be delicious. It really was delicious. He wanted to eat some more. Suddenly, he woke up. He was covered in sweat, which was then frozen intofrost. He had actually been licking faster and faster and using more and morepower, like a young animal drenched in blood, greedily licking the milk of itsmother who had already died. If he did not wake up fast enough, he probably would have even licked open thewound on his wrist. The mausoleum fell into a deathly silence. Only after a very long time was there a breeze. The frozen droplets of sweat slowly began to roll, giving out sounds ofrolling. He leaned on the stone pillar tiredly. His face was abnormally pale. Because he had bled too much, and also because of dread. That year when he was ten, his spirit was expelled along with his sweat, outof his body, causing a worldly phenomenon. In the great mountain shrouded inclouds behind Xining Village, they received the attention of unknown,terrifying existences. From that night onwards, he knew that his body wasabnormal. This was not to say that he was ill, but rather,  to many existences,his spirit was the most delicious fruit, and contained an irresistibleenticement.  “If ordinary people discover your blood is different, you will die, and youwill definitely invite an end that is even more tragic than death.” When his senior had said that to him, it was on the second night after turningten. At that time, his senior took a very long time before being able toclearly express the meaning of it, because both of his arms were very sore andpowerless, always making mistakes when making hand signs. He asked his senior why was it like that. His senior stayed silent for a verylong time before telling him that it was because the night before, when he wasalways fanning, he wanted to quickly fan away the smell that issued from hisbody. He asked his senior why was it like that. His senior stayed silent for a verylong time again, before telling him that the night before, after he had smeltthat smell for a long time, he suddenly really wanted to suck his blood dry andeat him. In Chen Changsheng’s eyes, his senior Yu Ren was the bravest person in theworld, and the person who was the nicest to him. If his senior wanted him todie, he could die, but if his senior wanted to eat him... He thought about it for a very long time, but still thought that this matterwas too horrifying. The blood that flowed in his body was delicious to all lives. As the personinvolved, it was obviously detrimental to him. That was why he disliked his ownblood, or even loathed or feared it. Because of this type of mentality, henever thought about it, and even sometimes subconsciously forgot that his bloodwas special in some areas. At dawn, after the night had passed, the pervading spirit disappeared into hisbody, entering his blood. Not even a sliver of it was emitted. However, thistype of loathing and fear continued to linger in the deepest part of his mind. After arriving in the capital, he thought he had already escaped far away fromthis horrifying memory. He could feel as if the taste of his blood had slowlyweakened. However, at the dawn of the day when he comprehended all of the frontmausoleum of the Mausoleum of Books in one day, when he absorbed starlightduring the day for Purification for the first time, he discovered shockinglythat everything seemed to return to what it was like on the night when he wasten. He did not want to go through a night like that again, and did not want toattract the unknown attention within the clouds. As a result, he became even more careful and cautious. When he was heavilyinjured during battle, and wanted to spit blood, even if he had to take risks,he would swallow it back down at the first moment. No matter how strong theopponent he faced, he no longer dared to burn all of the lake water outside hisEthereal Opening, because he worried that it would become like that timeunderground, where he was exploded by true essence into a bloody mess. To not bleed, and not let anyone smell his blood. This was a matter that hedid not need to think about, but at the same time, it was the matter that hadthe greatest importance. So much that it was even more important that his life. Because he always remembered his senior’s warning. However, today, in this mausoleum, he did not heed his senior’s warning. Because he wanted to save someone. He looked at the sleeping Xu Yourong, and revealed a satisfied smile. Due toher poisoning, her face was always slightly swollen, but at that moment, theswelling clearly subsided a lot. Her elegant appearance became even clearer. Most importantly, on her face that was pale like snow, the color of bloodslowly appeared. At an area very far away from Zhou Dufu’s mausoleum, there was a run-downtemple. If counted from the first sacrificial temple that was one thousand liaway, this temple was the ninth. This also meant that they were only twohundred li away from Zhou Dufu’s mausoleum. This was a matter that even children at the first stages of learning couldcalculate clearly, so Nanke and the others naturally did not get it wrong. Thezither-playing old man sighed with emotion, “Who thought that there wouldactually be a day in my life where I would actually see the Mausoleum of Zhou?” Teng Xiaoming carried a pole, and gazed into the distance. He could vaguelysee the towering black mass under the sky. Despite being renowned for beingslow and silent, his expression seemed slightly moved at that moment. As forhis wife, Liu Wan’er, and the two demon beauties, they were even more so. After journeying for over ten days, even the experts of the Demon race feltslightly exhausted. However, thinking that Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng werein front of them, awaiting death, and even more importantly, that the WhiteGrass Path may have ended at the legendary Mausoleum of Zhou, what could thisexhaustion be compared to? Suddenly, the White Grass Path began to tremble slightly. The tremblingoriginated from the depths of the vast grassland behind them. The zither-playing old man felt slightly flabbergasted, and turned around tolook at the plains. He said with a solemn expression, “The monsters seem tohave become slightly agitated.” Suddenly, his expression changed immensely. He opened his mouth, but was soshocked that he could not say anything. The Demon General couple also saw thephenomena in the sky, and the Qi in their bodies suddenly rose to the limitthat the Garden of Zhou allowed. A shadow appeared in the sky above the grassland. The shadow was so big thatit seemed to almost cover up half of the sky. The shadow currently movedslowly, and from a distance, it seemed like a pair of massive wings. Nanke looked at the shadow in the sky and said with her brows slightlyfurrowed, “Even the great peng is displaying some mad behavior. What exactly ishappening?” She did not know that the agitation of the monsters of the plains came fromthe depths of the mausoleum two hundred li away. In the depths of themausoleum, a teenager had cut open his wrist, causing fresh blood to come incontact with the air. The smell of the blood dispersed in the grassland, andwas already extremely thin. However, it was still enough to cause an extremelycrazy thirst to bloom in the monsters of this world. The surroundings of the mausoleum had an extremely ingenious design ofventilation and windows. Rainwater could not flow through these paths, but theyallowed fresh air and light in. Why Zhou Dufu designed his mausoleum this waywas a complete mystery. Did the dead still need fresh air, or need to enjoy thebeautiful radiance of spring? Chen Changsheng could not understand why. It was just that through the changein light and the change in the humidity of the air, he confirmed that it shouldhave been the early morning of the second day, and also that the rain outsidethe mausoleum should have stopped. Just at that moment, Xu Yourong finally woke up. Chen Changsheng saw her and smiled. She did not smile, and stared blankly at him. She asked, “You transfused yourblood into my body?” Chen Changsheng said, “More correctly, I transfused my blood into your bloodvessels.” Xu Yourong felt a little helpless, a little emotional and a little tired. Shesaid, “I don’t know what method you used to do all this, but do you think thiswill work? I said before, my blood…” “Yes, this will work.” Without waiting for her to finish speaking, he cut her off with a smile. Hisface was slightly pale and his expression was slightly weary, but his gaze wasvery bright, very clean, and very confident, as if it was facing the sun forthe first time. Although it was covered up by clouds, it did not lack insplendor. Looking at his expression, a feeling of disbelief bloomed in Xu Yourong. Shemumbled, “Even this works?” “It seems to indeed work.” Chen Changsheng walked to her side, and checked the mark on her neck.Afterwards, he said, “Feel it yourself.” Xu Yourong was slightly at a loss. Subconsciously, she followed hisinstructions, and discovered that her blood was actually not exhausted likewhen she had first fainted. Although it was not as full as normal, and wasslightly thin, at least it could guarantee that… she could live. Just how important and how great was living? It was the most important, andthe best. Just that, why was she able to live? What was this about?